Back...... River?

Listening to Tang San's words, Guanyin was directly stunned.

At that moment, I don't know if it was the inner demon that bred the invasion of the heavenly demon, Guanyin seemed to see thousands of monkeys appear in his mind.

Each monkey was dressed in a white robe, holding a golden book in his hand, and chanting the Bible with a solemn and serious face.

Oh no!

No, not the Bible!

They shouted.....

“666！”

Breaking free from the fantasy in his mind that seemed to be evoked by the heavenly demons, Guanyin hurriedly breathed and stabilized his mind.

Lowering his head and looking at Tang San's funeral with a relaxed face sitting on the big stone, Guanyin had an urge to strangle this bastard to death and boil the soup to drink.

Of course, it can only be impulsive.

Turning his head, he looked at Mu Zha beside him, a small golden immortal, obviously far from being worthy of the evaluation of the vast supernatural powers.

Look at Sha Wujing, who seems to have suddenly become silly, and his face is full of cuteness.

Obviously, even if he ate Tang monk's meat nine times, and suffered from five hundred years of seven swords piercing his heart, he was only left with the early stage of cultivation of the Golden Immortal, let alone any supernatural powers.

What about the second senior brother?

If the second senior brother is worthy of the title of supernatural powers, the pig will be on the tree.

So......

There seem to be only two people present who can be worthy of the four-word evaluation of the vast supernatural powers.

themselves, and monkeys.

Subconsciously glanced at the monkey, Guanyin only felt that this monkey seemed to be more imposing than the last time he saw it.

And most importantly, the monkey's head...... But there's no shackle.

Hey?

Wait a minute!

Inhibitions!

As if thinking of something, Guanyin subconsciously looked at the top of Tang San's head.

He remembered that when he was in the Guanyin Monastery, he saw this fool wearing a golden hoop on his head, and secretly scolded this Tang San for lacking his heart and eyes.

When you think about it now, it's good to wear it on your head.

Judging from the current form, Tang Sanfu definitely belongs to the player who lacks a golden hoop more than Sun Wukong's head.

Thinking of this, Guanyin looked at Tang San's head and prepared to let him taste the power of the Tightening Mantra.

And then......

"it!"

I hadn't paid attention to it before, but when he looked at Tang San's burial head, he suddenly realized that Tang San's burial head was ..... The golden hoop is gone.

How can it be? What about the golden hoop?

Could it be hidden?

Subconsciously, Guanyin was ready to give it a try.

Recite the mantra in your heart.

The next moment......

"Ah~"

A scream was heard.

Sure enough, the golden hoop was still there.

Thinking like this in his heart, looking at the burial of Tang San, who was sitting there with the old god, Guanyin was even more confused.

What's the matter, this monk has nothing to do, so who made the scream just now?

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the second senior brother lying on the ground and rolling.

Especially on the head of the second senior brother, under the hat of this gear, the looming golden hoop reflected the brilliance under the sunlight.

"I ......."

At that moment, Guanyin didn't know what kind of feeling he had in his heart, it was simply messy.

Golden Hoop ......

Was it really taken off from his head by Tang San's burial?

This bastard said before that if the monkey is uncomfortable to wear, don't blame him for taking it off, is it not a joke?

No!

No way!

Just by this flesh mortal ...... Well, how could this monk who is not good at cultivating be able to pick up the golden hoop of the Buddha.

It's really so hanging, he still went to get some scriptures, and directly overturned Rulai himself as a Buddha......

No!

Not right either!

This monk is not his own baba to learn the scriptures, this monk is in a hurry to play a scoundrel to get the pit on the westward road.

So......

Going around and around, the problem came back to square one.

Now the monk said that if there is no god or Buddha who can give him a sense of security to carry him across the river, he will not take this quicksand river, and he will not take this scripture.

So......

At the moment, there are only two who can carry him across the river.

One is oneself and the other is a monkey.

I want the monkey to go, first, this monkey doesn't wear a golden hoop, so he won't necessarily give himself face.

Second, the golden hoop was transferred from Tang San's burial head to Zhu Bajie's head, I don't know whose handiwork.

said that it was Tang San's burial, he didn't believe it in his heart, but if it was this monkey......

If he can take off the golden hoop that comes to be issued, how strong is this?

So..... If you let the monkey carry it, there is a 0.01% chance that the other party will give himself face and carry the monk across the river.

There's a 1 percent chance that the other person won't dick themselves.

There is a 98.99 percent chance of ...... The other person will beat himself up.

How to choose?

Guanyin already has a little pressure in his heart.

Well, Guanyin feels that the reason why he can get to the status of one of the four great bodhisattvas in the big dye vat of Buddhism is that he is very forced in his heart.

So, got .....

On the one hand, there is a monkey who can't afford to offend, and on the other hand, the task of the top boss, they can't ignore it, so they can only cross the river with the monk on their backs.

"Poor Monk...... Carry you across the river. ”

When he said this, one of Guanyin's faces had turned black to the bottom of the pot.

Ignoring Muzha's mouth of eating the whale, the Bodhisattva walked to Tang San's burial side, and carried Tang San's burial on his back without saying a word.

The clouds and fog under his feet flew directly over the eight-hundred-mile quicksand river.

"Run! Waves~"

Inexplicably, the Bodhisattva felt that strange music was reminding him of it in his head.

Behind him, the Great Sage and the Second Senior Brother glanced at each other, looking at Tang San's back, and there was a deep word of obedience written in their eyes.

With 666 in their hearts, the two also flew over the quicksand river, preparing to cross the river together.

On the shore, the sand monk saw that the master and the two senior brothers had crossed the river, and he should not be idle.

Just as he was about to jump up, he suddenly heard the sound of a horse chirping.

"Sigh Rule~"

Hearing the sound of the horse, Tang Sanfu, who was carried to the middle of the river by Guanyin, looked back at the sand monk who was about to follow him across the river.

"Lao Sha, the white horse can't swim, you bring him over."

"Oh!"

Lao Sha nodded, looked at the white horse that was bigger than himself, thought about it, carried the white horse on his shoulder, and carried the white horse across the river.

Across the river.

Buried Tang San on the ground, Guanyin said nothing with a dark face.

He decided that when he saw this monk again in the future, he would definitely hide as far as he could.

He swore that he would go to the Buddha after going back this time, and he didn't want the merit of learning from the scriptures, and whoever he loved would rob him.

Whoever wants to give it to whom, in the future, he will definitely no longer care about any egg matters of Tang San's funeral master and apprentice.

Thinking like this, the three apprentices crossed the river with the white dragon horse, and Muzha also stood by Guanyin's side.

Waiting for Muzha to come over, Guanyin didn't say a word, and when the auspicious clouds rose under his feet, he was ready to go back to the South China Sea, and he didn't even want to say goodbye to Tang Sanfu.

It's just that......

"Bodhisattva, please stay."

As soon as the five words came out, the Bodhisattva popped and fell from the clouds.

Looking at the appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva getting up from the ground without any image, a strange color flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"Bodhisattva, this gourd ...... Can you borrow a poor monk to play for a few days? ”

Tang Sanfu pointed to the gourd that Mu Zha was holding, and subconsciously, Mu Zha tightened his hand holding the gourd.

Seeing this, Tang Sanfu was even more determined to fight....... Borrow the mind of the gourd.

Seeing Tang San's posture of daring to say that if you don't borrow it, I won't learn the scriptures, the Bodhisattva's face turned a little darker.

"Give it to him!"

Muzha reluctantly handed the gourd to Tang Sanbury, and the Bodhisattva flew to the clouds with Muzha again.

And then......

"Bodhisattva, please stay!"

"Poof!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva fell from the clouds again.

Getting up, the Bodhisattva, whose face was darker than a black charcoal ball, looked at Tang San's burial again, and there was already a bit of ghostly fear in his eyes.

What's the matter, this monk's mouth has been opened, right? 、

God, please stay, why did you fall from the sky uncontrollably as soon as this sentence came out?

This weird feeling is like burning paper for Tang San's funeral...... Bah, bah, it was a burning talisman paper, and he was uncontrollably going to see him, which made him feel furious.

"Huh?"

Tang Sanfu also seemed to have discovered this problem, and it could be said to be a coincidence once, but as soon as he called twice in a row, Guanyin fell, which was a bit unusual.

"The poor monk just let the Bodhisattva stay, and the Bodhisattva doesn't have to cooperate with the poor monk so much......"

Looking at Guanyin's increasingly dark face, Tang San picked his eyes when he was angry, and the angry Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted to kill someone.

Is the poor monk cooperating with you, don't you have a little pressure in your heart??

"Eggs, say!"

The Bodhisattva, who was so angry that he could barely suppress the demons in his heart, directly burst into foul language.

"The poor monk just wants to tell the Bodhisattva that if you don't go far, you will reach Wuzhuang Temple."

The Bodhisattva looked at Tang San's funeral with a strange expression, he always felt that Tang San's funeral had something to say, but he couldn't understand what he meant.

Nodding, the Bodhisattva waited for Tang San's burial for a while, and seeing that he didn't say anything more, he flew up with Muzha.

As soon as he flew a little distance, the Bodhisattva subconsciously looked back at Tang San's burial.

Fortunately, this time Tang Sanfu didn't call him again, so he successfully took Muzha back to the South China Sea.

Tang Sanfu didn't call him, after all, people still have to go back to prepare for the next level.

When he sat on the edge of the quicksand river before, he flipped through the Journey to the West, and the next level was the Four Saints Test Zen Heart.

A beautiful old lady with three beautiful young ladies, except for her daughter Guo, Jade Rabbit Essence and the like, Tang Sanfu is looking forward to this level the most.

Of course, there is no rush in advance.

At the moment, Tang San had a more important thing to do.

"Master, help, it's a big deal!"

"Eggs?"

As soon as Tang Sanfu's wail sounded, he heard Su Luo's response.

Tang Sanfu: "...... "Damn, you are really my master, you can't be Guanyin Bodhisattva pretending, right?"

"Master, it's not good! It's a big deal! Help, your apprentice's mouth seems to be wrong. ”

Thinking that he had called Guanyin twice before, and Guanyin had fallen from the clouds twice, Tang Sanfu couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

It's a fear of the unknown.

However, Su Luo didn't care about Tang San's funeral, and just replied lightly.

"Oh, it's okay, that's the system working on a new concept skill."

"New Concept Skills?"

Hearing these five words, Tang San's eyes widened, and his eyes exuded a wolf-like light.

However......

"Don't get excited, it's not for you."

Tang San's funeral: "......"